MathML
| MathML | |
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| Internet media type | application/mathml+xml, application/mathml-presentation+xml, application/mathml-content+xml, math/mml |
| Developed by | World Wide Web Consortium |
| Type of format | Markup language |
| Extended from | XML |
| Standard | W3C MathML |
| Mathematical Markup Language | |
| Abbreviation | MathML |
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| Status | W3C Recommendation[2] |
| First published | April 1998 |
| Latest version | 3.0[2] April 10, 2014[2] |
| Organization | W3C, ISO, IEC[1] |
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| Editors | |
| Authors | Principal authors
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| Base standards | XML |
| Related standards | OpenMath, Office Open XML, OMDoc |
| Website | |
Mathematical Markup Language (MathML) is a mathematical markup language, an application of XML for describing mathematical notations and capturing both its structure and content. It aims at integrating mathematical formulae into World Wide Web pages and other documents. It is part of HTML5 and is a ISO/IEC standard ISO/IEC 40314 since 2015.
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The ISO/IEC standard Office Open XML (OOXML) defines a different XML math syntax, derived from Microsoft Office products. However, it is partially compatible[3] through relatively simple XSL Transformations.
See also
- CSS
- List of document markup languages
- Comparison of document markup languages
- Formula editors
- LaTeX2HTML
- LaTeXML
- KaTeX – JavaScript library that converts LaTeX to MathML
- MathJax – JavaScript library that converts LaTeX to MathML
Notes
References
- ^ a b c "ISO - ISO/IEC 40314:2016 - Information technology — Mathematical Markup Language (MathML) Version 3.0 2nd Edition". ISO. ISO. 2016. Retrieved 6 April 2021.
- ^ a b c d e f g Carlisle, David; Ion, Patrick; Miner, Robert, eds. (10 April 2014). "Mathematical Markup Language (MathML) Version 3.0 2nd Edition". W3C. Retrieved 6 April 2021.
- ^ David Carlisle (9 May 2007), XHTML and MathML from Office 2007, David Carlisle, retrieved 20 September 2007
Further reading
Specifications
- W3C Recommendation: Mathematical Markup Language (MathML) 1.01 Specification
- W3C Recommendation: Mathematical Markup Language (MathML) Version 2.0 (Second Edition)
- W3C Recommendation: Mathematical Markup Language (MathML) Version 3.0 (Third Edition)
External links
- W3C Math Home – Contains the specifications, a FAQ, and a list of supporting software.
- Pavi, Sandhu (12 December 2002). "The Mathml Handbook". Charles River Media. Retrieved 2 October 2015.
- web-xslt, a collection of XSLT programs for handling MathML (e.g. converting Content MathML to Presentation MathML, converting Presentation MathML to TeX)
